She loved making his cock throb and ache. Every evening after work, Lisa would come home and start the game without a word. Shed strip down to nothing but a tiny thong and walk around the apartment, bending over slowly so her husband Mark could see the way her ass cheeks spread. His cock would twitch in his pants right away, but she never let him touch it yet.
Tonight was worse than usual. Lisa cooked dinner naked except for heels, her tits bouncing as she moved around the kitchen. When Mark tried to grab her from behind, she pushed his hands away. Not yet, she said, voice low and firm. Youre going to watch me first. She dropped to her knees right there on the tile, pulled his cock out, and gave it one long, slow lick from base to tip. Then she stood up, left him hard and dripping, and went back to stirring the pasta.
Mark groaned and tried to stroke himself, but she slapped his hand. No touching. That cock belongs to me tonight. During dinner she kept her foot in his lap, rubbing her toes along his shaft through his jeans until he was leaking a wet spot. Every time he got close to the edge she pulled away and took a sip of wine like nothing was happening.
After they ate she led him to the couch and made him sit with his pants around his ankles. Lisa straddled his thighs backward, her bare pussy inches from his face, and started grinding her ass against his cock. She never let him slide inside. She just rocked back and forth, letting the head of his dick catch on her wet slit for half a second before pulling away again. Feel how hot I am? she taunted. You want to fuck this pussy so bad, dont you?
Marks cock was purple and straining, veins standing out.
Precum ran down the shaft and soaked his balls. Lisa reached back and gave him two quick pumps with her fist, then stopped completely when his hips started bucking. Beg, she ordered.
Please, Lisa. Let me fuck you. I need to cum inside you.
She laughed softly and stood up. Not yet. Go lie on the bed.
He obeyed, cock bobbing with every step. Lisa followed and climbed on top of him in a sixty-nine position. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, but every time his balls tightened she pulled off and just breathed on it. Meanwhile she rubbed her dripping pussy across his mouth, making him lick her until she came once, thighs shaking around his head.
When she finally turned around and sank down onto his cock, she did it so slowly he almost lost it. Inch by inch she took him, stopping halfway to clench her walls around him. Dont you dare cum, she warned. She rode him in short, shallow strokes that kept the head of his cock rubbing right against her G-spot but never gave him the full depth he craved. Every few minutes she lifted off completely, let his cock slap wetly against his stomach, then sank back down again.
Mark was sweating and cursing, hands fisted in the sheets. Lisa leaned forward so her tits hung in his face. Suck my nipples while I use your cock, she told him. He latched on and she started grinding harder, finally taking him all the way to the hilt. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room.
She kept him right on the edge for another twenty minutes, speeding up and slowing down, squeezing him with her muscles, then stopping to kiss him deep and dirty. When she finally let him cum she sat all the way down, ground her clit against his pubic bone, and whispered, Fill me up now. Mark exploded with a shout, pumping thick ropes inside her while she kept milking him with her pussy until he was shaking and empty.
Lisa stayed on top of him, his softening cock still inside her. She smiled down at his wrecked face. Good boy. Same time tomorrow?
